The waitress looked uncertain. "You mean a nut sandwich?"
"Yeah, only malted. With lettuce and chocolate sprinkles."
"Who you kiddin'?" the waitress said, and turned to go.
"No, hold it. Tell Joe to please scramble them on both sides."
"What you talkin' about?" the waitress said. "We ain't got no one here called Joe."
"So okay, Joseph, then. Tell him just a boiled egg sunny side up."
The waitress left, frowning.
"Our Miss Framis," one of the boys said, meaning the girl, and the others smiled. They looked as though they were sneering at the same time and hoped they would be taken for juvenile delinquents.
There were two very odd-looking men in the booth opposite and they were listening to the conversation. Their oddness lay in an atmosphere rather than in any physical abnormality. The girl noticed them and nudged one of the boys.